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Extension August 2021 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2021-09-02 06:01:00 +0000 UTCPart 1 (Patreon link)
Part 2 (this part)
McCree/Hanzo – thigh fucking – deaged Hanzo (still over the age of consent) has the hots for McCree. Especially since he knows his older counterpart is in a relationship with him. So he demands that Jesse takes care of his needs as long as he is around...
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Jesse feels in… physical pain as he hears that. He puts a hand over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to keep looking at Hanzo and his smooth, gorgeous face and his glossy black hair.
Doesn’t mean he can’t still smell him, though. How was it possible that a man could smell exactly the same throughout his entire life? It is not fair in the least. Jesse is basically trained at this point to react to the stimulus that is Hanzo. There is no way he can come out of this unscathed.
“Come on… that’s not… You don’t know what ya want, Hanzo. Believe me.”
That’s exactly the wrong thing to say. He understands that much the moment he feels Hanzo’s fingers digging into his pectoral like the claws of a cat. His breath hitches but he keeps his hand stubbornly over his eyes.
Just don’t look. Just… don’t look, old buddy, and maybe he’ll go away.
“I am not a child. I am very much able to deduce what I do or do not want, McCree. As far as I understand, you and my other self have agreed to a commitment toward one another. Therefore I demand that you do your duty as a… significant other.”
Jesse nearly chokes on his own tongue. He wants to laugh at the swollen way Hanzo talks – that has gotten marginally better in the past few years – but he fears that despite the heavy belt he’s wearing, Hanzo will somehow manage to worm one of his mean, sharp fingered hands into his pants and castrate him anyway if he were to make a peep of amusement right now.
“I… don’t rightly know why you think there are duties involved in a relationship, or what they entail… an’ I’m honestly too afraid to ask either.” He finally takes his hand from his eyes and looks at Hanzo with fond exasperation. “I’m too old for this, Hanzo. An old dog like me can’t jump just cause you asked ‘em to.”
Hanzo’s thick brows immediately twitch downward. The reply has not been what he had wanted to hear, and he makes that plenty obvious by how he simply ignores what Jesse had said in favor of reaching down and opening his belt with loud clatter.
“H-Hey now! Stop that, will ya?” he catches Hanzo’s hands but finds his fingers rudely slapped away.
“I will not. You have time, I have looked into your schedule for today. You will now proceed to do your duties, and refrain from further ludicrous attempts at dissuasion.” After a split second of deliberation, Hanzo’s eyes soften minimally. “...or are you saying that I am not to your liking anymore?”
Jesse almost groans. Well that’s… damn unfair in itself.
“That ain’t it, babydoll… ye’re damn gorgeous no matter how old, an’ you know that.”
Hanzo’s face smoothes out again. Somehow one of his quick hands has wormed its way into Jesse’s old boxers and is now carding through his pubes as if petting a pet that he is particularly fond of. His eyes become a little glassy even as he mutters something in Japanese that he can’t understand except that he’s pretty damn sure it was an insult about how hairy he is or somesuch.
“Then do it, you disgusting beast,” he purrs as if it were the sweetest bedside talk. Truth be told… Hanzo has called him worse things that still got him hot.
Jesse groans. There’s only so damn much a man can do, is there? He curls his arms underneath Hanzo and stands up with him. He likes the small intake of breath he startles out of the young man… especially when he unceremoniously throws him onto his unmade bed.
“You been askin’ for it. Don’t you go and come cryin’ cause ya can’t deal with a nice dickin’.”
Hanzo is flushing again. His eyes are so dark and glistening so wet… damn, they’re always so goddamn pretty. It almost makes him angry as he starts to pull his clothes off without any finesse. He’s too flustered to really make a show out of it… and he doesn’t think Hanzo deserves one anyway after he’s been such a damn little brat.
The way he stares at him is nice. He looks like he’s going to die on the spot the more pudge and fur is revealed to him. Jesse snorts, looking him up and down thoughtfully as he thinks over his options. In the end he grabs Hanzo’s dainty ankles – those never fucking changed as well – and uses his grip to unceremoniously push his legs up and up and up, using that youthful flexibility to bend his knees to his chest.
“Wait… w-wait, I haven’t even undressed yet…” Hanzo sounds so confused. Even more so when Jesse gruffly tells him that that won’t be necessary.
“Got other things in mind for ya, babydoll,” he drawls, holding Hanzo’s legs against his hairy chest. He makes an effort into rubbing it against the silky backs of Hanzo’s thighs just to get his skin red from the coarseness of it. “Ye’re a mean little thing, but I ain’t just a stupid asshole you can push around, you know.”
He reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing the lube and listening to Hanzo sputter and whine. He doesn’t like this treatment at all, but there’s little he can do when Jesse has him pinned like this. It’s not like he isn’t getting what he’s been whining for, after all. Jesse gets his dick out and lets it slap against the seam formed by Hanzo’s thighs just to get him nice and calm.
Jesse’s had to deal with Hanzo for so long now… he knows the ins and outs of dealing with him and settling him down just long enough that he can do what he envisions for once. He can see by the way Hanzo’s eyes get glassy and his mouth falls open, that he knows exactly what the big warm thing is laying snug against the backs of his legs.
Jesse doesn’t wait for him to get any ideas, though. He squirts a generous dollop of lube into his palm and begins to smear it into the crease between Hanzo’s legs. Hanzo looks completely entranced by it. His muscles keep flexing, trying to hold Jesse’s warm, big fingers between his thighs as they keep pushing into them to deposit the lube in a nice, even coat. It takes him a while to figure out what Jesse is even up to.
He can pinpoint the exact moment Hanzo realizes what’s going on; the way his brows suddenly twitch and his far-away gaze sharpens. Mouth opening, obviously ready to protest Jesse hurriedly brings his cock to nose against the backs of Hanzo’s thighs.
It only takes one nice, easy thrust to have it slip into that warm gash. Everything is silky and slick… encasing him like a nice pussy could.
“Damn, babydoll… ‘s like you’re just made to be fucked. Ya feel so goddamn good everywhere,” he drawls low and chest deep. He keeps holding Hanzo’s legs against his chest, feeling them trying to twitch out of his grasp but staying ultimately put. He has his eyes closed, just enjoying those first few rocking thrusts as he focuses on how it feels to fuck this young man’s thighs. He hadn’t known Hanzo back then when he’d been barely legal and so mind bendingly smooth. He can feel it every time the fat tip of his dick pushes out into the cool air of the room on the other side of Hanzo’s thighs. They’re just so slim…
When Hanzo doesn’t answer, he looks down just to find him completely transfixed by the sight. The earlier anger has made way for a glassy gaze once more, one hand half put over his wet little mouth. Jesse’s heart pumps faster. He just can’t believe how damn pretty Hanzo is. It should be illegal…
Especially when he starts to softly moan as if he really did get his little snatch spread open on Jesse’s ruddy cock. The sounds he makes are so sweet and simpering; they go directly to Jesse’s fucking balls.
He pauses, chest heaving as he stares down at Hanzo who seems unable to take his eyes off of the sight presented to him. When he doesn’t make any moves to push Jesse off, he resumes his fucking; nice slow motions of his hips that electrify his nerve endings and make him want to hold Hanzo down so he can just drill him into the ground. Sometimes it is better to tease oneself, though; it’s one of the things that the older Hanzo has taught him.
He enjoys making use of that knowledge now; especially since Hanzo is looking so out of it and pleased with what is happening despite the fact that he’s not exactly getting what he’s been begging for since the whole debacle happened.
He can see Hanzo’s erection trapped in his fundoshi and he just knows deep in his bones he won’t have to lay a single finger on the boy to make him cream his panties for him. Maybe that’ll keep him from rubbing up against Jesse’s legs like a goddamn unfixed cat for long enough that Angie can find out how to revert him to his old self.
Or maybe he will have to just bite the bullet and put him on his belly so he can have at that sweet little snatch of his after all...
